yeah, i've been searching.

i don't think i'll go to sleep
ever
if my body would let me
i would stand right here
and feel everything
in the air
on my skin
through this madness.

photo by: bas jan ader

want.

Philip Lim 3.1 sequin dress

currently obsessed with...

magic wands.

inhale/exhale sounds so easy.

that note connected with the next until they made a chord and it lived in here. right deep in your chest. connected with each chord after it they lived behind your ribs until you couldn't hear them anymore. even then they drifted up your throat and you could taste them for days after. they coated the words you spoke and the sounds you made. but eventually the aftertaste of those chords faded and so you had to listen to them again. again they lived right here. right deep in your chest until you couldn't hear them anymore. then they drifted up your throat. except this time they tasted different and didn't ever taste like the first time again. only like something slightly different. still you needed them to live right here. right deep in your chest. otherwise you might forget how to breath.

nowhere boy.

great expectations.

ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! new WE ARE SCIENTISTS album due out in February!!!!!

just pretend it's pronounced with a drunken slur.

This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the ice box

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were so delicious
so sweet
so cold
-- William Carlos Williams

Jist to Let Yi No
ahv drank
thi speshlz*
that wurrin
thi frij

n thit
yiwurr probbli
hodn back
furthi pahrti

awright
they wur great
thaht stroang
thaht cawld.
-- Tom Leonard

*speshlz- cans of beer

here Leonard moves William's poem into Glaswegian pronunciation based on phonetic translation. note the move from plums to cans of beer, as well as from "forgive me" to "awright" in the last stanzas. studying in Scotland, this is basically the coolest thing i've ever read.

the battleground.

This is the battleground. You say, “Baby, my legs have gotten so tired,” and I say, “I tried to be the compass,” and then you stay on your side of the bed. There has not yet been a boat constructed for this and it doesn’t matter how much wind throws itself between the continents if there are no sails to catch it. I say dangerous things. The light in your stomach versus the light in my mouth and how they never really align at the Right Time. You treat me like I’ve gone someplace far away from home. The truth of the matter is, I stopped moving the moment that I met you.
- ??




Sometimes I come crashing down inside myself
without anyone noticing. I’m like an ambulance
on two legs, hauling the patient
inside me to last aid
with the wailing cry of a siren
and people think it’s ordinary speech.
- Yehuda Amichai

eventually.

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well and when you’re having sex with your next lover on this very floor they will also notice that you didn’t paint it very well and they will think less of you for it. And then you think, “Is that sentence too long?” and then you have to hold the contradictions of sobbing uncontrollably and wondering about grammar in your head at the same time.
- Richard Siken

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there...
-from Solipsist by Henry Rollins

just a most lovely day in Stirling.

the morning was turning my alarm off in my sleep, Rachel getting stuck outside the subway gate and boarding the wrong train. but boy , did the rest of the day deliver.


Stirling Old Town Jail. obviously.




views of Stirling from the Jail's top tower.


it looks like this is where the world ends.


such beautifully horrible rainy freezing weather that it doesn't matter you can't feel your fingers because your eyes are just too busy.


our jail tour guide.


meet George. i swore he was real so i hid my glance whenever we walked by for fear he'd jump out at me if i looked too hard.


she's fake also.


cemetery in Holy Rude Church behind the jail.


a carousel in the front yard of Stirling Castle. i swear.


screaming sugared children riding flying colors watching thousand year old stone fly by.


the girl with the red umbrella?
well we're just attached at the hip these days.


chocolate Mary Queen of Scots & Co.


Here in auld days
The wolf roam'd
In a hole of the rock
In Ambush lay.

there is such a thing, as chocolate overload.

step 1- 68% coco chips. do your best not to sneak them all between your lips.


step 2- let Adrian show you how to boil cream. the med student knows his stuff.


step 3- if the cream doesn't melt your chocolate properly, create a ghetto double boiler.


step 4- let ganache cool until it has a play-dough consistency. ours was the shiniest and we were very proud.


step 5- roll pieces of ganche into small balls and cover them in powder sugar and coco powder. you will have ten truffle coated digits.

this cooking class was so fun. duh, it was chocolate. but next time we're making Chili con Carne and we've been ordered to bring some American sass to the table.
will do, sir.

just something inherently American.

Young Lords: trying


Miley Cyrus: party in the usa



We Are Scientists: chick lit

Catch a Tuesday

basically the greatest thing i've ever seen.
Oliver People's new campaign with Zooey Deschanel and Matt Costa.

Matt Costa: path of destruction

we forgot to feed the spirit.

it's happening right now. everything we ever wanted.
but each day passes quickly without our realizing
yesterday and everyday before was cemented in a fear
we couldn't identify. in a loneliness we tried to ignore.
our youth soaked in the immobilizing efforts
of everyday, forgot to feed the spirit.
we stopped listening to the way rain and wind falls
around us. stopped watching the sun
light up our bodies. stopped holding onto the warmth
of capricious contemplation. stopped our search
for more.

all the while dreaming of a life that will let us feel
beyond the fettered efforts of our past. it's happening
right now. everything we ever wanted.

we have apples in our backyard?

lets celebrate! - ok i'll get the champagne, you get the water running.

i love this by Wildfox.

what i dream of when it rains.

when your only proof of signature is on your California driver's license...

"you call this a Johnson, don't you?" the convenience store attendant asked me
as i handed him my signature for coffee and milk.
"what, a Johnson? yes, well no. we call it a John Hancock. your John Hancock," i replied with a grin.
"something to do with the Forefathers, right?"
"yea, he was the first one to sign the Declaration of Independence and i guess it stuck because of that,"
i said smiling.
i smiled because i find comfort in being an American here. like i'm really not so far away because i am America here. that and because your "johnson" is something very different back home.

that's all the more exciting then, isn't it?

The Last Shadow Puppets -
the age of the understatement

there's plenty you haven't seen from your bedroom window.

Kelvin Grove Museum- Glasgow, Scotland